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Stan Lyrics by Eminem Eminem , Dido
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Stanley
Open the door
I gotta go
Stanley, open the door
Let me in
Stanley, open the door
Open the door
Let me in
What?
Stanley, what are you doing to yourself?
What the hell? You don't like it?
Stanley
You like it?
Stanley
Don't call me that
Okay?
Don't call me that
Don't you think you're taking this too far?
Stanley
Stanley
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it's not so bad, it's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim
I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it
What's been up, man?
How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too
I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?
I'mma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend himself
Over some who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the you did with Rawkus too
That was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man
Hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim
You still ain't called or wrote
I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad
I just think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me outside the concert
You didn't have to
But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man
He's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said 'no'
That's pretty man
You're like his idol
He wants to be just like you, man
He likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver?
You said if I'd write you, you would write back
See, I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a day
I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got else
So that helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even myself
To see how much it
It's like adrenaline
The pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real
And I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim
No one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up
You gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Mr. 'I'm Too Good to Call or Write My Fans'
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word
I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you
I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now
I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey, Slim, I a fifth of
You dare me to drive
You know the song by Phil Collins 'In the Air of the Night'
About that guy
Who could've saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't
Then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him
That's kinda how this is
You could've rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late
I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you Slim
We could've been together, think about it
You ruined it now
I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream
I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you
And you can't breathe without me
See, Slim, I'm tryna talk
Hey, Slim
That's my girlfriend
But I didn't her throat
I just see I ain't like you
'Cause if she
She'll suffer more and then she'll too
Well, gotta go
I'm almost at the bridge now
I forgot
How am I supposed to send this out?
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stan
I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now
How far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must've missed you
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But what's this you said
About you like to your wrists too?
I say that just clowning, dawg
Come on, how up is you?
You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls
When you get down some
And what's
That type of will make me
Not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself
I think that you'll be doing just fine
If you relax a little
I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad?
Try to understand
That I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy
I seen this one on the news
A couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And in the car they found a tape
But they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it
His name was
It was you
Damn
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